"I have two words for you, and you can take them however you want to: summer vacation."
“Kid, I’ll be takin’ those words with a side of beer, and two whole months of SILENCE. No ‘Mr. Graham, we don’t get it.’ No ‘Mr. Graham, it’s wet outside can we stay inside’. No ‘Mr. Graham, please let us just play dodge ball like all the other kid’s. No bitching and COMPLAINING about every goddamn thing.” Which was usually about him pointing out what a little BITCH everyone was being, but some kids just couldn’t take it. But still, he was the COOL teacher. Right?
“Does that mean you’re not gonna end up in summer school?” He’s half teasing, half curious – brow already raised in curiosity. “Lemme guess, side of underage drinking, and doing shit you’re not supposed to be doing.” Rebellion was a kicker, especially when your father was the deputy. “Raisin’ some hell I hope? Got two months away from this shit hole, you best make ‘em count.”